This was wrote by my wife's Grandpa, Jim Curran. Papa served in WWII, seabees. He was on the USS LST 473 during the assault on Lae. He wrote this in response to an article which it starts with. The general accounting office reports it has saved some $7,000.000 dollars on the Viet Nam Veterans Memorial by having the names of the dead sand blasted instead of engraved- Hey, ain't you got that stencil ready? You lookin' for some overtime? What name is that? Hell, I don't know. Just keep them all in a line. Soldier, soldier, stay in line Don't you know it's not your time? Take your place in the right row Time is money, don't you know? So you think that this might be the kid Who lived two houses down the street And rode his bike across your lawn On his way home from school. Young man, young man, watch that line Go your way, and I'll go mine Sign your name in the right row Grass costs money, don't you know? He used to date Hank's daughter Mary After they'd moved down from Gary I saw him once, when he came back home Holdin' hands and laughin' Missy, missy, hear my line Won't you be my Valentine? We'll have babies, watch them grow Get their names on the right row His brother tried to get on movin' These blocks on up to Washington But you got to know some railroad guy or join a ****** union Freight train, freight train, sing your song Not to short, and not to long Not to fast, and not to slow Time is money, don't you know Anyway, we was shootin' some pool Talkin' how come we didn't win. Shoulda killed them, instead of all those Good American Boys Buddy, buddy, toe the line Ev'rything will work out fine Bury bones and grass will grow. Weeds and seeds all in a row And some long-haired kid was sayin' We oughta engrave one last word On the very last block -compassion- Wonder what he meant By That?